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By 

EARLE REMINGTON HINES 




Illustrated From Special Portraits and Rare Programs 



And you'll hate the peace of the country lane — 
The footlights call and the love you've slain 
Will whisper : "Dear, come home again." 



BROADWAY PUBLISHING CO 

NEW YORK, BALTIMORE, ATLANTA 

1910 

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Copyright, 1910, 

By 

EARLE REMINGTON HINES. 



^CI.A.361681 



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In appreciation of her life-long belief in my 

Real Self, this hook is lovingly dedicated 

to that inimitable comedienne and 

the Child of my Heart 

Stene jFranblin 



TO ELBERT HUBBARD 

As long ago the Prophet spoke, 
■ Whose weary back had felt the yoke 
Of centuries oppression, 
"Now let me die in peace. 
For I have seen the Lord !" 

So from the ranks 
Of this too weird procession, 
Called by the wise ones 
''Vaudeville profession," 
I cry, "Hail to the Word, 

As given by the Fraf 
The latest Star. 
"Now let me die in peace. 
For I have heard mine own, 
Elbertus, take the Throne!" 
{March 14, 1910. Debut at Majestic Theatre, 
Chicago, III.) 




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Contents 

The Call of the Footlights 7 

All for the Sake of a Woman ... .9 

Oh, You Indiana! ii 

An Aeriform Appendix ...... 12 

At "Teller's" I3 

Envoi 14 

Mrs. Brown of Georgia 14 

Love Still Lives I5 

Illumination 16 

"Pals" 17 

En Passant 18 

Sorrows of a Soubrette I9 

The Prodigy's Lament 21 

Just in the Same Old Way 21 

A Prayer 22 

The New Hotel 23 

Remembrance 25 

Rhyme of the One-night Stands . . . .25 

"Semper Idem" 27 

So Different 28 

Bill's Fish . 28 

My Rosary ' . . .30 

After All 3© 

Since Lizzie Went Away 31 

After Long Years 33 

End of the Season 33 

Two Loves 34 

"Stoicism" 35 

Compensation 36 

A Modern Miracle 37 

My First Frost 37 

The Broken Harp 39 

Fierce for Virgie 40 

Mother's Last Letter to The Clipper . . . 41 

,The Old Story 43 

I The Rainbow 45 

! Poor Thing 46 

Dad Lives There 46 

In Luck at Last ,,,,.... 47 



Content0 

Good Friday 49 

Mrs. Smith of Massachnettes 

Before the Play 50 

After the Play 51 

The Actor's Order of Bracing 52 

The Lark and the Soft-shell Crab . . . .53 

To the Roses in the Park 54 

In Bohemia 55 

Nowadays 56 

A Proviso 57 

To Cordelia 57 

To I\Iy Soul— A Dissolution 58 

"Ring Out the Old" 58 

Pessimism 59 

Optimism 60 

Consolation 60 

Human Nature 61 

In the Cafe 61 

An Invocation 62 

The Great Secret 63 

To the White Rats 65 

Encouragement 66 

To "Our Own Maggie" Cline 66 

II P. M 67 



ILLUSTRATIONS. 

The portraits in this volume include Hines and Rem- 
ington (dress and character poses), Miss Irene Frank- 
lin, Miss Maggie Cline, Mr. Elbert Hubbard; also re- 
productions in line and half-tone of about 15 rare 
Programs, including a famous White Rats group photo- 
graph. 



Note — See back of book for complete Index to 
Names appearing on the Programs herein. 



Footlight Rhymes 



THE CALL OF THE FOOTLIGHTS. 

You may leave the stage, and hide away 

On a farm, to inhale the new mown hay, 

And tread on violets every day. 

But go some time to see a play. 

If you tell the truth, you're bound to say, 

As you sit ''in front," your weary brain 

Sees the dressing room, with walls so plain. 

The rows of hanging costumes vain, 

And you'll hate the peace of the country lane. 

The footlights call, and the love you've slain, 

Will whisper, ''Dear, come home again T 



THE FAIR COMEDIENNE. 

(To Marie Stuart) 

It was the fair Comedienne 
Who played in vaudeville, 
She met some folks, 

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And told some jokes, 

And chaffed as people will. 
But when they spoke of love to her, 

Her lips set very tight, 
And answered coldlv, 
"What's the use? 

I'll be leaving Saturday night!" 

So week by week, as time went by 
On her continuous tour, 
Her *'goo-goo eyes" 
Would win a prize 
And hold it down secure, 
For suppers, yes, and drinks galore, 

Till the man put out the lights, 
But further, *'Oh, no, what's the use? 
I'll be leaving Saturday night!" 

I do believe, wdien time shall cease, 
For this Comedienne, 
With Paradise 
Before her eyes 
In all its glory, then 
She'll turn to dear Saint Peter, 

And say, ''This looks good for me all right, 
But really, Peter, what's the use? 
ril be leaving Saturday night!" 



Monday pvening, November 7, 1881, 

Every evening and 

Saturday Matinee for Ladies & Cbildreik 



&m^jf& Mtfm€^& FEBFiri§& 



BoUad, Select Miss Jennie Limleay 

Happy Band ot Canaan William HiDe? 

Only to see her Face Misf- Earle Reraingtofi 

ZipLiMCoon •.J^*'S,'?°?i"" 

Virginia Uoeehnd Press Kldndge 

Grand Finale- Barnam'8 Circus Entire tompaul 



The charming SerioComic Voc.ilif 



t, In a new Albnm of Son<;S. 



idge 

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The Talented Specialists,- 1 

ORNIiORFF Ac ]McDOISAI-.r>, 

The bmons Irish Market Women, in Songp, Dances, etc.. Introancine Jko, 
E. Murphy's latest Song and Dance, "Mary Jane.'' I 



Ths Brilliant Descriptive Vocalist. 
Miss EARL REMINGTON, 

Introducing the very latest and most popular Songs ol the day. 



First appearance of the Qneen of the Air, 

m:lle. zoe. 

In her wonderfal exercises on the Flying Rings. 



The Par-Excellence of Dialect Sketch Artista, 
Tony-OLOONEY Si, RYAN -Ed. 

In their original absurdity, termed SOMEWHAT DIFFERENT 
mingling Irish and Dutch Songs, DsLces, v\ ittv Keioris, etc.. 
The above gentlemen , after conitlCnt practice ana hard stndy . hare cot, 
Dieted an entertainment Interesting, and Irrealstably lanny, entirely dlffei 
ent from all other specialties produced on the Vaudeville Mage 






The emlaent Vocalists, Comedians and Mimics, 
HINES &- BLOSSOM^, 

In their New and Original Portraitare. entitled, THE BON-TON FOfl*r- 

MEN, With Kaleidoscopic Changes, -Talkative Waiters," and their er- { 

crnciatlng borleeqae, "ibe Lime Kiln Qoards. j 



The Phenomenal Contralto and only Irish Vocftllsf. 

M.i«s MAGGIE CLINE, 

MAttY ANN KEHOE ! HA, HA ! 



In Conclusion I 

MR. TOliT FARR£LL, ' 

The Inimitable Irish Dialect Artist, In his original Irish Comedy, : 

FARRELL'S BOARDING HOUSEl 

NATHAlJfiM F. FALLON ED. RYAnI 

MBS. 8EXTTKRY TONY FARRKLLi 

ButtBazzln Harvey Collins^ 

trastuaPasU Mr. Uined 

Clarence Belmonte Mr. Omdorffl 

PetleMnd Mr. McDonald' 

W.U.T. Messenger W. H.Johnston 

Catherine Slatt«ry ~ Miss Bella Maudant. 

Miss Forget me not Miss Jennie Lindsay 

Jnlia Wilson Miss Earle RemiogKail 



DOrtTT FOUOBX OTXR 

LADIES' & CHILDREIT'S MATINEE 

Every Saturday, at 2.30 P.M. 

Wltenthe FtiU Bill will be performed, same as at ev'ng entert&lnioemt 

AMERICAN THEATRE, NEW HAVEN. 
(Press Eldridge, Mgr.) 



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ALL FOR THE SAKE OF A WOMAN. 
(As recited by Mr. Nat. M. Wills.) 

To look at me you wouldn't think Ed ever been 

a gent 
With scarcely rags to cover me, and nary a red 

cent, 
But I v^as what you'd call a swell; 'twas not so 

long ago 
But what I can remember it, when, boys, I had 

the dough. 
My father left it to me, and I blew it good and 

strong. 
I was a good thing, fellows, and I got pushed 

along. 
One night, it was in Paris, I never will forget, 
At one of the cafes chantant, I think I see it 

yet. 
The lights, the perfume, flowers, the women and 

the wine, 
And tht music of the dreamy waltz, it seemed 

almost divine. 
I met a woman — no, she was a girl at that time, 

there, 
With a face that was like an angel's, with a 

crown of golden hair. 
I thought she was one and I loved her as one 

only loves at first sight, 
But the girl with the face of an angel had a 

heart as black as night. 
She accepted my love and my kisses and wore 

my gifts of gold, 



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I made her my wife, and for her sake would 

have sold my very soul. 
One night, coming home, unexpected, I found 

some one there — my best friend, 
But why tell the miserable story — I'll hurry 

along to the end. 
I shot him, of course, left him dying, there at 

her trembling feet, 
While I fled from the house like a madman, into 

the crowded street. 
I escaped with my life from the country and 

back to my native shore, 
I landed, a wreck of the man I was, nor could 

be evermore. 
For I found, O God ! I still loved her, and where 

tliere should have been hate 
Was nothing but pity and wonder as to what 

might be her fate. 
I saw her to-night for the first time since. 
Give me a drink — make it quick — I feel as if 

I were dying! 
What matter? Better be dead than sick — sick 

with a heart nigh broken. 
Sick with a palsied brain — sick with the thought 

of happier days 
That never will come again. 
She was coming out of her carriage, and I — I 

opened the door, 
She gave no trace in her cold white face that 

we'd ever met before. 
As she passed with her sables and diamonds 

into the opera there 



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The bystanders murmured, 'That's Mrs. V., the 

wife of the milhonaire." 
She knew me, though, I felt it, and she knew ' 

I dare not telk 
My neck's safe, but she's sent my soul to hell ! 

II II II ; 

OH, YOU INDIANA! 

We just came from Indiana, i 

I was born there, don't you know? ] 

And I had a sneaky feeling ' \ 

That I'd like some day to go ' 

Back there among the Hoosiers ! 

For I really longed to see, \ 

Just how they'd take me to their hearts ! 

As one of 'em maybe. i 

But when we got out on the stage, ; 

And started in to talk 
About the 'Tenderloin," well, say, I 

You should have seen 'em balk! « 

Why, every mother's son of 'em, i 

And daughter, too, just stared' . i 

And sat in solemn silence i 

Till honest, I got scared. i 

We handed out our choicest jokes, i 

The ones for which they ''fell," 

In Boston and Manhattan ' i 

And even "Philadel." ; 

But nary a laugh resounded, i 

Until it seemed to me i 



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We were playing in a morgue, 

Not High Class variety. 
I don't know how we did it, 

But we managed to get through, 
Then watched the other ''turns" go on, 

And they "paralyzed 'em," too. 
But there's this for consolation, 

Tho' my life has passed it's noon, 
I might have been as they are 

If I hadn't left so soon. 



II II II 



AN AERIFORM APPENDIX. 

Ages ago, when the earth was done 

And stars were in their making, 
A frivolous cloud looked at the Sun, 

And thought him rather "taking." 
She little dreamed from his high estate 

That soon as he espied her. 
He read her look, like an open book, 

And the sweet desire inside her. 
So she glanced again and caught his eye. 

Ah, me ! 'twas her undoing, 
For she hadn't sense enough to fly 

Until too late for rueing. 
Down, down she dropped from his mad embrace 

Her face as hot as blazes, 
And where she landed — I saw the place — 

Uprose a field of Daisies, 




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AT "TELLER'S." 

Where did you stay in "Philamaklink?" 

^ At Teller's? 
If so you didn't want food nor drink — 
It makes you think of Auld Lang Syne, 
When at his festal board you dine, 
Old memories fly to one's head like wine 
At Teller's. 

Around the room in massive frames 
Are pictures autographed with names, 
The best, the brightest of them all 
Look down upon you from the wall. 
Some gone, alas! bevond recall 
At teller's. 

It seems to me on Hallowe'en nights, 
When Mike has put out all the lights, 
These may step down, each in his place. 
And once again the table grace, 
A smile upon each radiant face. 
At Teller's. 

Such times I creep out on the stairs. 
To try to catch them unawares, 
Then softly wafted seems to come 
A clink of glass, low voices hum, 
A sound as of a banjo's thrum, 
At Teller's. 



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ENVOI. 

Prince, where are they now, that merry crowd, 
Whose every word caused laughter loud? 
Silent they wait, their glory shorn, 
Patient they watch, but not forlorn, 
In loving hearts again thev're born 
At Teller's'. 






MRS. BROWN OF GEORGIA. 

Scene, A crowded Day Coach on a Southern 

Train — 
Enter Traveling Co. — the Soubrette finds a seat — 
''Excuse me for askin', but are you a show 

woman ? 

'Cause the folks down our way think you all's 

only half human, 
An' I never had a chance at one, only a peek, 
So I made up my mind, if you sot down thar 

Ed speak. 
It must be awful excitin', travelin' roun', 
A seein' the country, an' 'most every town, 
With nothin' to worry you under the sun, 
'Tain't no work to act, looks to me like 'twas 

fun; 
I often thought I'd made a good one myself. 
That is, before I got married, an' was laid on 

the shelf. 



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None of you ever marries, and has children, of 

course, 
Leastwise if you do, you apply for divorce. 
I see in the papers most every day 
Another marriage a failure 'mong the people 

that play. 
I reckon that man 'ats smilin's your feller? 
Your husband! Do tell! How long you been 

married ? 
Twelve years! Well, well! Any children? 
Two? Well, I want to know! 
I've had eight in that time, twins a couple of 

'em tho' — 
Yes, I get off here, Barnesville's my town, 
Anybody can tell you where to find Missus 

Brown, 
An' if ever play here, come to my house an' stay, 
We've got a melodeun you can pound on all day, 
An' I want Si to see you, that's my man, and I 

guess. 
He'll find you as common as anybody 
If yon are an actress!' 

II II II 

LOVE STILL LIVES. 

Ah, God, the world is very cold, 

And friends grow few as we grow old; 

Yet love still lives. 
And things have changed upon our way; 
The clouds are gathering day by day; 

Yet love still lives, 



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The roseate hues of early youth 
Are growing grayer now, in truth ; 

Yet love still lives, 
Our hopes dissolve like morning dreams, 
Our childish faith is gone, it seems ; 

Yet love still lives. 

Take heart of comfort, lonely one, 
All is vanity 'neath the sun ; 

Yet love still lives. 
Under the snow the violets lie, 
Behind the clouds is Heaven's sky, 

And love still Hves. 

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ILLUMINATION. 

I prayed for a Light to come to me. 

From a source I knew not where. 
But a far off land it was sure to be. 

And I longed to meet it there. 
I dreamed of holding the Light up high, 

When it had become mine own, 
And calling to pilgrims passing by 

To worship it where it shone. 
So long I waited, my eyes grew dim, 

Till at last I could not see, 
In my despair, / looked within, 

Lo ! The Light had come to me ! 
I dare not call to the pilgrims tho', 

As I once desired to do, 
For I know the Light, that is shining so, 

Is shining in their hearts, too. 



Q. p KEITH'S 
IVEW GAIETY MUSEUM. 

236 Wostmlnat^r Street. 



JUNSeth. 



7 Features " 



A Long List of Novelty 

^he TraosatliDtlc Star, *** 

Mr. KDWABP QIGUERB. • 

French Wartler »od Triple-Voiced Vocalfst C3 

Betum EogiigetneDt of S 

IDA LILIAN ABRAM$, "^ 

Tbe Superb Vocallit. p. 

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Fr* Dlavolo. m 

siOnor ROBHRTO, ^ 

The Or1«aU^ Wlwrd. lo Marvellous Feata of c3 



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Mr. and Mrs, JERRY COHAN. 

The Fatuous Irlah Sketch Artists. 

Flral Appruroiire of 

J. T. HEFRON, 

TkeTBieat One LcgKed Daocor. 



The Eecenlrlc Comedian, 

DICK HUME. 

In hit Original Spccialiv, tue Too Too Bum 



The deal H 

HARRY CON8TANTINE, «s 

The Mode) of Female JmpeVaooaiora. ^ 

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JOHN F. FENTON. ^ 

The Clog. Jig. and Reel Dancer. "^ 

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The Expert Juggler, 3 

barnelL, 2 

U Wonderfol Feats of JuggUog *Dd Balaoolng. g 

The Boy Vorale., *i 

MASTER ALFRED TlRRELL. g 

In a new repertoire of PO|>tilitr Soug*. q 

X The Gaiety Stock Company g 

Ina burleequeoD ERMlSlE, written by DaUy -j- 

Bemluglon expresily for the oaltw ^P 

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Haddock.iheBlnff) A cooRte t^f f ...Wm.JIlnes fr> 

\ Singers from! 

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MONDAY, ^APRIL 30th, & Every Evening. 

1 Overture " 3I^cl:>i"c Angot Selection " L.rw/ 

2 Mr. Austin Rudd. Coiucdum 

3 Miss Kitty Beresford. s^^no Comio 

4 Mr. Joe Archer. Pattering ComeJiun 

5 Miss Alice Leamar. Soubrette 

6 Drew & Alders. Eccentrics. 

7 Miss Constance Moxon, 



The Twiukli.i- 
Star 

8 Mr. Bransby Williams. Actor Mimic 

9 Miss Edith Courtney. Ballad Vocalist 

10 The Glinserettis. Acrobatic Exponents 

1 1 The Sisters Levey (Adeic & May-Lilian) 

Burlesque Artistes 

12 Mr. Dan Leno. Comedian 

13 Mr. Wm. E. Hines & Miss Earle /V 

Remington. American Low Comedy Artistes 

14 Mr. Albert Christian. Baritone Vocalist 

15 Miss Lil Hawthyrne. Comcdic.ue 

16 Mr. George Robey. Comedian 

17 Miss Ada Willoughby. Soa-stress 

18 Mr. Harry Randall. Favorite Comediau 

19 Miss Annette Fengler. American 

Variety Artiste 

20 Mr. Will Evans. Musical Eccentric 

21 The Gotham Comedy Quartette. 
(Messrs. DousT, Fairbanks, Harris & I'ARKiiit). 

22 . The Eight Lancashire Lads. Clog 

Dancers 

is subiect to alteration, 
oitl fefl obliged In ami p'rs-tif 
io»o wilt brino In lli-ir nnlice any item in Iht J-rogramme I'^ai 

MATINEE EVERY SATURDAY AT 2.15. 

Manager ITvERNON DOWSETT 

Acting Manager & Treasurer ... JAS HOWELL 

Musical Director ANGELO A ASHER 

JOHN BRlNSilHAD <* KONS Fianoione u .,W ". in,s Or.'.. r, 

1900 



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^TALS." 

There's been a lot of changes, Bill, 

Smce we set out to see, 
If we could make a living 

In the old variety. 
It wasn't vaudeville those days, 

Not elevated yet, 
But they dropped the ''N. G. Curtain," 

If you needed it, you bet ! 
Remember how Dan Shelby 

Ran his place at Buffalo, 

And had a peep hole in the flats 
To watch how acts would go? 

And how dear old man Trimble 
Used to give the boys their cue. 

By rattling up the big iron stove 
To say you wouldn't do? 

And how the gang in Cleveland 
Would for an "Essence" call, 

And if you couldn't do one 
You had to quit, that's all? 

jH >|; ;!; ;;< ^: :j« >1< 

D'ye mind when big John Stetson 
Had that troupe of dogs b'gee, 

Put out in the alley to do their act 
And earn their salary? 

Remember in Saint Louis, 

How a girl got hissed one day, 



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And the manager, a German, 
Went looking for the "jay" 

That hissed, and couldn't find him, 
And said with such a shout, 

"I bet I'll catch de loafer!" 
And fired the whole dam gallery out ? 

Remember at the National, 

They'd send you in a part, 
And woe betide the poor soul 

If it wasn't learned by heart? 
Just one rehearsal, you "stood pat," 

Or the gallery would say "Boo !" 
'Twas act or die, you had no choice 

In the days of '82 — 

Yes, things have changed a heap, Bill, 

And now in vaudeville. 
The Big Stars come and go. Bill, 

Like lights upon a hill ; 
But we can say one thing, old Pal, 

No matter what the weather. 
We've waited for the Big Show, 

And always stuck together. 

II II II 
EN PASSANT. 

I wonder if she knew 

When I passed by? 

Under the gas light, hurrying home, 

My roving eye 



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Caught sight of a famiHar form — 

A careless grace 

I knew of old : 

And then the well-known face 

Burst on my view 

Tho' eyes may be deceived 

The heart cannot. 

I think it stopped 

As that one passed, 

Who owned its every beat, 

In days gone by. 

I dared not let 

Mine eyes her own to meet, 

But, fearful, gazed on space, 

While all the blood within my veins 

Seemed as if froze 

I wonder if she knew? 

God knows. 

II II II 
SORROWS OF A SOUBRETTE. 

Pity the sorrows of a lone soubrette, 

Who's doing her first season on the road ; 

The one I bear in mind is deep in debt, 
And deeper still the gloom in her abode. 

A cheerless room, with four bare, whitewashed 
walls, 
A bedstead, corded in ye old-time style ; 
A cracked glass shows a visage that appals, 



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Four eyes, two noses, three mouths at you 
smile. 

A washstand, balanced nicely on three legs; 

An old rag carpet, spread upon the floor, 
Her other dress and hat hang on two pegs ; 

A broken chair secures the keyless door. 

Beneath her lies the kitchen, from which source 
A balmy breath of onions fills the air ; 

To these delights she comes each night, of course, 
And questions, as she does up her back hair : 

"Is this the goal I started out to win? 

For this fate have I left my dear old home ? 
The friends with whom I had so happy been. 

Until ambition tempted me to roam? 

'Ts this the end of all my brilliant dreams? 

Is glory's height reached through this narrow 
way? 
When will the "ghost" walk? — slow, it seems, 

Especially when one has six chills a day." 

No answer from the lamp with sputtering flame. 
Unanswered still, she creeps into her bed; 

Poor little girl, unknown to men and fame, 
I wonder will time bring laurel crowns to your 
young head? 



2Lrr§ ^ti^»Ft ©j^fflfrp programmF 

MONDAY, SEPT. 12, AND DURING THE WEEK 
Matinees, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. 

WEBER ""FIELDS' 

OWN SPECIALTY COIVIPANY. /^9;?^ 

OVERTURE—" Reilly a' d the 400," D. Braham— By the Arch St. Theatre 
Orchestra, S.tA. La FONT, Musical Director. 



The performance will commence with 

WHITING & SHEPARD 

iheir new and ori-ioa! act, jniroducins; ll./rizonial Bar Trick Leaping and 
fjinbHn^, Sonijs, Dmces, and I'uiiiiy S.iyinijs uf the Day. 

MARION & POST 

their new and popular Refined Soog and Dance, " fHE COLLEGE BOVS." 



K 



The Popular Protean Artists, 

HINES & REMINGTON 

In their laughable ^kii, eniuled ••Our Pawn Shop. 



MAIOK WcWADDICAN, 1 ,,,., i.' illfJI-v; 

JEURY SIMKES. i " " ^ .'• ^^ '"'^' ^ 

n,!-^,-^"'^^:*'^^","^^';'!", , \ MISS EARLE RE.MINGTON 

liEClvV, a chip ol the old hlotk, f 

JOHNNIE CARRO'EL 

The Comic Singer of America. 

WEl^ER and FIELDS 

The German Senators. 

John-ORUMx^IOND and STAHLEV— Richard 

Originators of tl e most uni.nie Specially in America, 

"Tie Miisital IJhuksinitlis." 

O. ly Act of its kind in the World. 

MAUD HUTH 

In Ne^ro Rcfr.iins. 

BRAATZ BROTHERS 

Tlie Marvtlous Acrobats. 
The performance will conclude w.ili llic laughable Fane, tiuitled 

"MUSIC MAD." ^ 

CLARA ELLSWORTH . i-AKLE REMINGTON J\ 

SIG. GOV ANNIA, teacher of Music SAM MARION 

WILLIE STOP ^ • ■ KAI.PII ro.->T 



NIBLO'S 



WALTER SANFORD 

Sole Lessee and Manager, 



Also Sole Lessee and Ilanager of 

STAR THEATRE, 1 EMPIRE THEATRE 

BROOKLYN, N. Y. 1 BROOKLYN. (E. D.) N. Y. 

Week Commencing June 18, 1894. 

WEDNESDAY— MATINEES— SATURDAY. 
THE GREAT LIFE-LIKE DRAMA 

The Hearts of 
New York! 

X CHARACTERS : 
JERRY O'BRIEN, known as Freckles WILLIAM E. HINES. V 
••Who takes his physiclike a man." '» 

Thomas Milbourne, '•free and easy, still," Mr. Dyke Brooks 

Leonard Knightly, dark and daring Mr. H. G.Clark 

J. Skiftinglon Yerkas, Esq Mr. Bobby Emmet 

"A counsellor at law, my dear sir ; a counsellor st law." 

David Sampson, secret police agent Mr. W. F. Cain 

Deitrich Plattucher, grocer Mr. J. W. Irving 

Michael Garvin, driver of patrol wagon Wm. Nelson 

Tim Looney, •a prcsarvoir o' th' peace," Mr. Al Gleason 

Mrs. Kitty O'Reardon, after a heart..... Miss Annie Devere 

Mrs. Jane Milbourne, wealthy but unhappy Miss Laura Linden 

Mrs. Garvin, a friendly neighbor 1 

Always ready to •lend me a load of sugar > Mr. John Daly 

Mrs. O'Brien, Jerry's mother ) 

XiLA^P^A^'mLBOURNE, the loving daughter [ • -EARLE REMINGTON^ 

SYNOPSIS OF SCKNES. 

ACT I.— Granny DavisMittle home in Battle Row. Pinkey. Ston- of her origin, freckle*' 
The wonderful telephone call. Unwelcome »-isitors. " Force, is i). you want* Then take it. 

ACT II-— Ejileriorol titelenenicnts inCherry Hill. Tim preparing tor dutv. Jena's return. 
** Thcieaa light in the window for Jerry to-nlH*rt.". Pinkey's resolve. Dietrich's ctfal bqx The 
nspiracy. " Nulhing can shake me ehow now.'* Foiled. "Ring the alarm." Dash of the 



Police Patrol Wagon, t" Hearts ol New Voik" is tl e first production in which 
service wagon is used.) 

ACT Ill.-Scene I- Neighborly exchange of courtesies between Mrs. Garvin arwl Mrs. Kitty 
(/Reardon Scene 2— House-tops of Ntw York (showing a true panoramic view of the melropolis 
by moonlight.) Pinltey pleading with her falhcr. "An angel of love and dutv." "I will be a man-'* 
ItiC tiap set. The tenement on fire. Verkas" doon. Heroic rescue ; terrific cenflagralion 

ACT IV —Mrs. Milbourne's home in Murray Hill. Pinkey pleading for hhr father. The 
power of love. Wavering resolves. "But I don'I know how long i( will last." The wild Irishman. 
'* The union of the Shamrock and the Golden Rod." Let me name the bridegroom. Re-united. 
Happy ore the Heprts of New York. 

8PECIATIE8. 
ACT I.— Hines& Rfmington. ACT II.— Mr. Wm. E. Hinte in his latest songs "Poor Mick " 

and "Dooley ;'. Miss Earle Remington in her German chaeacierizationt, "That Settles It" 

Smith & Cook, "^hc Funny Tramps," in their orif{:in^IiUe8. ACT UI— Bobby Emmet. 



dancing; "The Timothy D. -Sullivan Chowder ClubVwr 

by Hines fit Remington and Company; Mr^. O'Reardon 

Songs My Mama Sung to Me," "Kate In Ireland;" Wm. E. Hines. *' The Mau t: 



Earle Remington), by Hines fit Remington and Company; Mr^. O'Reardon .'John D»l) 
-The Songs My Mama Sung to Me," "Kate In Ireland:" Wm. ^ "■ -■-■ "- " 

Broke the.Brokeia Dovni on Wall Strest." Misa Earle Remington. 



ACT.— Daly & Devere in their funny original sayings: "Her Golden HairW^js Hanging Dowp 
Her Back (by special cermission of pubUt her Frank P. To»!Sev>. Miss' Enrte Rnoiiigtorl 

^-^ ±? ' ' ' — 

STAf F : 

Manager Mr. Pierce Jarvis 

Miagf Manaper'.L - , Mr. W. F..f:ain 

M.,?hinist ---— - — ^ - Frank Grirlifler 



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THE PRODIGY'S LAMENT. 

(Written for Miss Irene Franklin when she was 
but five.) 

Now, isn't it dreadful to think that I, 

Should not be billed quite as well as the 
"Star"? 

They say I'm a ''Wonder" ; if so, then why 
Am I not "featured" as other folks are ? 

I do several "Specialties" — think of that, 

One more than the "star" with his lithographs ; 

And all of my "lines" are chock full of "fat" — 
Each time I come on the audience laughs. 

But in spite of it all, in mean little type, 

My name looks so stingy — that's why I scold ; 

But you just wait a little till I'm ripe. 
As it is I'm not green for a five-year-old. 

I can see myself, some day, you can bet, 
Billed as the greatest the world has yet seen, 

Mademoiselle Fakey, the famous soubrette. 
And not one will know I was little Irene. 

II II II 

JUST IN THE SAME OLD WAY. 

I wonder if I should meet you 

Just in the same old way. 
If I could smile and greet you 

Just in the same old way? 



22 jFootligftt Kljpmcg 

The years have brought some changes 

For me and to you, they say, 
But I think, if we met to-morrow, 

'Twould be just in the same ok! way. 

Would the love light shine in your eye, 

Just in the same old way ? 
Would your hand in warm greeting lie 

In mine the same old way? 
Would the friendship we swore in the past 

Be true in this later day? 
And would you be glad if I kissed you, 

Just in the same old way? 

Ah, time is a cruel king, dear 

Just in the same old way; 
But memories still will linger, 

Just in the same old way. 
When the spirit that God has given 

Shall have left this earthly clay, 
I want to be first to welcome you, 

Just in the same old way. 

II II II 
A PRAYER. 

"Keep me, my God, so small my boat. 
And thy blue ocean is so wide !" 

So prays the sailor outward bound ; 

So might we pray each morn and night. 

All prone to wander and forget. 
Tossed to and fro by every wave, 



4footli0i)t Jai)pme0 23 

By sharp adversity beset, 

His hand alone canst guide and save. 
The journey is so long, so long, 

Driven before the storms of grief; 
The shoals of passion 'round us throng, 

The siren self on every reef. 
Keep us, our God! Tis all we ask; 

On life's broad ocean wq'yq afloat, 
And it abounds with perils vast, 

We are so weak, so small our boat. 

^3 ^v> ^"^ 

W ^^ W 



THE NEW HOTEL. 

''We've got a bran new tavern, boss," 

Said the man at Hopkinsville ; 
''An' if you'll bring your troupe down thar, 

We'll suit you, sartin we will. 
The old one was purty tough, you say ? 

Well, this 're un ain't so slow ; 
I'm the man that done the fixin' up, 

An' I reckon I ought to know. 

"See, thar 'tis, over yonder; 

Sho, you needn't make a face, 
It's the same old house, of course. 

But, land ! you'd never know the place. 
IMe, an' my wife and daughter. 

An' a dozen niggers, I'll bet. 
Have worked a month on the old shebang, 

An' I'm durned if we've finished her yet. 



24 jfootliffftt ia!)pme0 

"But come right in — you might as well, 

Long as you're here ; and, say, 
I told that man that travels ahead 

I'd feed you for a dollar a day, 
An' I'll do it. You Eph, fetch that book 

Put the name thar on the fust page ; 
It's a kind of a send-off to start with a troupe 

That can act out real good on the stage. 

'Til show you the rooms; you'll find two beds 

In each ; in some there's three ; 
*Git a-plenty while you're gittin', John,' 

My old woman she says to me. 
There's the sittin' room or parlor, 

Whichever you like to say. 
An' there's the organ — just pitch in, 

If any of you want to play. 

*'To make it a little more cheerful, 

*T'll give you all a fire, 
'Cause the wall paper's new, an' so is the paint, 

'Twouldn't hurt 'em if they was dryer." 
Ah, new, also, were the towels, 

When we went to dry our hands ; 
And new the sheets and comforters, 

All marked with their maker's brands. 

But the landlord was so willing. 

So cheerful and so bland. 
We couldn't find the heart to ''kick," 

In this merry one-night stand. 
Good luck, then, to the tavern, 

May the troupes ne'er pass it by, 



^I^C^^^^^s^ 



^rog-rarcL 



Kkid Gitzlbr, Sluiie Manager 

^VChTldren in arms~wiri liotbe admitted at Evening 
Perforfflances. -^ =^^= 



Week Coumbscino. MONIjAV. Sipt. 26. 1898. 



THE ORPHEUM ORCHESTRA 



K. l-'R\NKliNSTlilN. 



1 March— "A Hot Member" -..barney Fagan 

2 Waltz (From Victor Herbert's Comic op<:r«)-"The Serenade", C/iiric 



GHAS. BARON 

Ins Wondcrlul Troupe of Trained Canines 



IRENE FRANKLIN 

1 Vtitc Cli;ir;utcr SoiJ.rette and Mim 



LES FRERES GARPOS 



6 h\inlasia— "Mv Olii K.nt 



7 ThcC.niciv St;,rs, 

Edw. M.- FAVOR & SINCLAIR -Edith 

In tlu-ir I,;ii.j;ImMi- Skit, entitled 

"THE McGUiRES" 

I^L'tlSliily'-T'i^^.^rrilint^' .:;.;:;.==^^ ^-"^ " -"- 

Cordelia McGuire. a Chip of the old Block Edtth Sinclair 

ConcludiDg with the Beautiful Duett ''The Little Farm.' 



lirii'lit Gems of the » 



SIGNOR and SIGNORA de PASQUALI 
SIGNOR ABRAMOFF 

Prescuting the Prison Scene from "Faust." 

Faual Signor Mangionl de Pasquali 

Marguerite Siguora Beroice de Pa»guali 

Mepnisbopbcles .„ Signor AbratnofT 



9 My Honolulu I.;i<i> Lee Johason 



BARNEY FAGAN 



10 

Author. Comedian, Vocalist and Dancer, and 

MISS HENRIETTA BYRON 

The Fascinating Soubrette, Presenting a New and Up-to-Date 

Line of Business 
Mr njvn »in sing hU latest song. "Hold Dem Phlllppinea, ncKlnley" 



V , The Tortravers of N*w York Tvpes . j 

X NINES & REMINGTON X 

In "The Road Queen" Introducing Earle Remin^on in her 
ori;jinaI idea "The New Woman Tramp" 



12 First Appearance in America of the Wurld-Famous Gymnasti 

TOW-ZOON-IN ARABS 

SEVEN' IN NlMnER 
The Most .Marvelous Acrobats in the World. 

See the Finish of this Marvelous Performance 



THE NEW YORK 



sme BROS., - 



«»<lft.«nri»««>«Ta»««i»o«m«««««««- 



W»tK COWMENCINC MONDAY, DECEMBER lO, l»00. 






PROCRAiMIHE. 




R0BIN80M and SPECK 
O EMMA CARU8 

The r«li«l« Bar'.toof, In Ihc riril F^»«uiloo o<« "Ceo* *•«»," t>Ml S—al 
"WISB, WI»K, MR. OWL." br HooAK. 0'D«A.o4MoK«UHff. 



The PopaUir Comciiao. 

WM. F. COULD 

la N«» an<l Orlglnjl S«g«. 
A r«»Laur!>« "Ilk 

McAVOY and MAY 



O VIOLET FRIEND 

DlMct from The P«l»ce Theatre, London. £fl(. 
OAKI. MARWIO'S aO&QEOOB PASaABT. 

H THE MEETING OF THE ALLIES 

at the Gates of Pekln. 



MILITARY MOVEMENTS AND WALU SCALING 

•y ileuckaeni ot Company B, M KEGT-, usder coamiad a) Capt. it H. KELLV. 
teallnc 3» feel wmH In M •eeeeda. 

J INTERMISSIOH 

First Appeamoce of 

K IDA FULLER 

la rer Lsiest CreaiioD, ia Tw^ Sccaci. precsotlag 

Summer Chiy*. f. I*. Ida FUunbcai 



The EcceoUic D«o 

L HINES and REMINGTON 

lo " RED LIGHT PERStTLAGE." ""/ 1 

'Tbe Minroi.. 

M FAT ROONEY, MAYME CBKRUE •«) e«wH»y 

Comet Vtruiofto. 

N ' WHITING SISTERS 

Tbo only ict of iht Mnd in tbe WorW. ■ 
CASL *tABWI<y8 OOSGSOUS IXOSUJL BAUUBT. 

O THE FORGET-ME-NOTS 

, Z] P8BHJRBS, 



Jfootligftt iaj)pme0 25 



Success to its virgin purity 
In Hopkinsville, Ky. 



II 



REMEMBRANCE! 

Under the snowy daisies, 

Quite heedless of their bloom, 

Not once her head she raises 
At sound of the old tune 
We sang in that sweet June. 

And I, alone regretting — 

All others have forgot, 
'Tis easy this forgetting, 

To those who loved her not — 

I love her still, I wot. 

The daisies, though, stop growing. 

To whisper in my ear : 
"Thou, too, shall soon be going; 

Nay, not a single tear ! 

She 'waits thee, but not here!" 



RHYME OF THE ONE-NIGHT STANDS. 

Creeping o'er the prairie, 

An hour or two behind; 
Stopping to take water — 

And "injuns," too, we find — 



26 JFootlisftt KI)pme0 



Gazing at the mountains, 
And the seas of sand : 

Bless me, this is pleasant, 
Doing one-night stands. 

Grabbing hasty breakfasts, 

Flying to the train, 
Getting in at seven 

In a pouring rain. 
Rushing to the "Operry," 

Braving country bands; 
Bless me, this is pleasant, 

Doing one-night stands. 

Leading lady frantic, 

Forgot to bring her keys, 
'TIeavens, get a blacksmith, 

To open this trunk, please." 
Soubrette yells : "No water ? 

Hovv'll I wash my hands?" 
Bless me, this is pleasant. 

Doing one-night stands. 

Audience all impatient, 

Hear them stamp their feet ; 

Dressing room divided 
^By a simple sheet ; 

''Properties" all missing, 
Scenes ''non compos ment," 

"Jay" won't let the curtain up 
Till he gets his rent. 

Star all full of trouble. 

Thinks he's lost his voice; 



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"Props" comes in with tidings, 

Makes us all rejoice; 
"Leader so disgusted 

Gone off on a drunk, 
Says you'll find the music 

■Right on top his trunk." 

Gallery gods keep howling, 

Till the show begins, 
Then comes expiation 

For our former sins. 
Finally it's over, 

Down the curtains lands. 
Bless, me this is pleasant, 

Doing one-night stands. 

II II II 
"SEMPER IDEM." 

I care not what the gods may send, 
111 luck or good, 'tis one to me, 

So I but know where thy steps tend, 
My dear one, all is well with thee. 

You do not know, you may not care, 
May never give a thought to me ; 

But constant still shall be my prayer 
That all may yet be well with thee. 

Tho' fairer lips than mine shall press 
The cup that once was drained by me. 

Remember in thy happiness 

My toast, may all be well with thee. 



28 jfootligftt Jaftpmes 

And when at last the angel Death 
Calls me to sweet Eternity, 

Be sure that with my dying breath 
I pray, may all be well with thee. 



SO DIFFERENT. 

'Twas Hallowe'en, that mystic time, 

So all the legends go, 
When ghostly visitants are wont 

To wander to and fro. 
I waited — it was Saturday — 

To see the gruesome sight — 
But business was so very bad. 

Our "ghost" walked not to-night. 

II II II 
BILL'S FISH. 

Never will forget the night 

Bill went a-fishing, 
Bill, Joe and t'other Bill, 

We wuz a-wishing, 
For a nice mess of fish, 

And Bill he said : 
"I'll bring a fish, or you'll 

Bring me back dead." 
Mind you, it wuz rainin' cats 

And dogs; but they 
Had a "dog" on, every one 

(Been to town that day). 



jFootligftt lR{)pme0 29 

Supper wuz a-waltin', 

And we holloed. 
They knew the signal, but 

They never showed 
A sign of comin' in. 

(The rain still poured). 
We kept on a-callin'. 

Finally we heard 
The grating of a boat, 

A lantern's light 
Showed up the crew, and Bill 

He was a sight. 
Drenched from head to foot, 

But on his face 
A large triumphant smile. 

He held a "splaice" 
Fast in one hand, and patted 

With the other 
The fish, which he embraced 

Like a brother. 
'T fell overboard for this, 

But darn my skin, 
I said Fd get a fish 

And bring him in. 
So just give me credit 
Here, there, you three, 
Annie, Daisy, Jennie, 

Eat this with me." 



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MY ROSARY. 

Red, red garnets, strung together, 

Blood red is my rosary ; 
Silver filagree like feather, 

Model of simplicity. 
Sent to me from o'er the water, 

Sweetest Christmas souvenir, 
To remind this erring daughter 

That the Son of God is here. 
As I touch them, through my fingers, 

One by one, the years go by, 
Seem to glide, and with me lingers 

All the past in memory. 
Blood-red beads of sin and passion, 

From my heart now wrung anew, 
Strung alike in rosary fashion. 

While my tears their cross bedew. 



II 



AFTER ALL. 

Well, here we are again — 

After all ! 
And we didn't get the ten — 

After all ! 
With imagination vast. 
For a little raise we asked. 
But it's ''just the same as last"- 

After all ! 
Tottie Fewclothes will not star- 
After all; 



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She will have no special car — • 

After all ; 
Her backer ''made a sneak" 
With a dime museum freak — 
Tottie's jobbing by the week, 

After all! 
Johnnie Jumpup is at large, 

After all. 
One night— a quick discharge, 

After all. 
The ambitious embryos 
Can pack away their clothes, 
They won't get a chance to pose. 

After all! ^ 
Moving pictures flourish still. 

After all. 
With their ever changing bill- 
After all- 
Spite of newspaper comments, 
At ten and twenty cents, 
They can pay their little rents, 

After all. 



SINCE LIZZIE WENT AWAY. 

*The old house seems so quiet 
And solemn like, and gray, 

There's nothing bright about the place 
Since Lizzie went away. 

She always was my favorite ; 
Although she was the worst, 



32 jfootligftt KJ)pme0 



Most harum scarum of the lot, 
She somehow seemed the first. 

"She was the youngest ; 

Maybe that made her nearer than the rest, 
And a sweeter, better baby 

Never lay on mother's breast. 
I remember, when she'd grown a bit, 

She got a sickish spell. 
And mother and I were most afraid 

She never would get well. 

"And Mandy, bless her! prayed so hard 

That God her life would spare. 
Sometimes I think 'twas wicked — 

We were punished for that prayer. 
We never knew that she would grow 

To be so hard and wild, 
And break her mother's tender heart, 

Poor, foolish, headstrong child ! 

"She's been sorry, since, for her folly, 

And repentant for the past. 
And her mother, I know, forgives her. 

For she loved her to the last. 
They say she's quite an actress now, 

And will make her mark some day, 
But it's awful lonesome here at home, 

Since Lizzie went away." 



II 



HiOH CLASS vaudeville: 




POPULAR ^ 



SEPT. 2/^^RnrEr SEPT. 2 

A BRIGHT, SP&RKLmO ARRAY OF TALEfiT! 

\ THE UNIQUE CHARACTER ARTISTS^ 

nines £Reiningt6ii 

Presenting Their Original Skelch. 
•' mJSS_ PATTER^ or PATTERSO^.^ 

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^ ?.^l??* Stng-er of Scotch Songs, 

tSe dREAT PROSPER fROUPF 

4~European Gymnasts— 4 

L8iiMx,ias!iC8.|Tli8 Lsisefinfi^s 

2 Performances Oaliy z 



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HEW UNIOW^SQUARTlHEATHf. 



557th consecutive WEEK 

Reined and High-Ciass Vaudeville, 

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jFootligftt ia{)pme0 33 

AFTER LONG YEARS. 

I wondered how we two would meet, 
So long apart were we, my dear; 

And half reluctant were my feet, 

'Twixt Hope and her companion, Fear. 

Tho' you were ever in the past 

All that was kind, and good and true, 

It seemed almost too sweet to last, 
That you loved me as I loved you. 

With arms wide open to receive. 

Quick fled each doubt, and then and there 

My trembling heart you did relieve. 
And banished each and every care. 

Oh, may we meet when life is past. 
Such welcome from the friends of old ; 

All tears be dried, and peace at last 

Reign with the love that ne'er grows cold. 

II II II 
END OF THE SEASON. 

When the Summer time comes 'round 

We're not "in it ;" 
Many actors can be found — 

They're not "in it;" 
Tho' the season they should play, 
And receive each week their pay, 



34 jFootligftt iaj)pme0 



If there comes a rainy day, 
They're not *'in it." 

On Broadway we see them stalk — 

Think they're "in it." 
Of their confreres freely talk; 

They're not "in it." 
Each one thinks himself just right, 
But the others were a sight — 
Couldn't act a little mite, 

Were not "in it!" 

Still, 'tis hard to realize 

One's not ''in it." 
Could we see with other eyes, 

We're not "in it." 
Looking backward is the craze, 
Numbered are the "swelled head" days, 
Co-operation, to our amaze, 

Will be "in it." 






TWO LOVES. 

'T love but you !" he cried. 

*'But you, naught else beside; 

And all that men hold dear — 

Friends, honor — cannot bind me here. 

So you say : Tly !' 

If on your breast 

The whole world pass me by. 

Still am I blest !" 



jfootligftt lR{)pme0 35 



"I love you, too," he sighed, 
"Tho' not to love I tried. 
Ah, God ! It was my fate ! 
Since you have willed my state 
I will remain. 
Yet pray for me 
That I may bear the pain 
When far from thee !" 

Reader! By all the memories my lines suggest. 
Which of these men, think you, loved her best? 



"stoicism;* 

Let nothing phase thee. 

The river of time silently floweth ; 

What does it bring? 
Sunshine and shadow, sorrow and laughter 

Alike to the peasant and the king. 
Hast thou been wronged? 
Thou art not the first — 
Who has not tasted 

Of treachery's cup? 
Life is but a day, and thee and the wronger 
May lie side by side 

When thy day is up. 
Art thou unhappy? 
Cease to remember, forget all but what 

Seemeth good to thy soul. 
Neither crushed by the present or fearing the 
future, 



36 Jfootligftt iai)pme0 

Prepare for the last gate — 
Make ready thy toll. 

II II II 

COAIPENSATION. 

We get nothing for nothing 

The wide world over. 
Pay then for your mistress, 

Woe begone lover. 
Art has its bright laurels, 

The ambitious may try for. 
The shop holds the bauble, 

The youngest may cry for. 
Each man has his price, if 

You know how to catch him. 
Just offer it once, see 

How quick it will fetch him. 

Not luck, then, but law, rules 

The world and all mankind. 
Just effect from good cause. 

We will certainly find. 
Expect not to reap wheat 

When no sowing is done. 
Nor bewail a large head 

When much drinking is done, 
And beware how you trample 

On forbidden ground — 
Tho' no sign be put up, 

There's a bull dog around. 



FIREriANS HALL 

HARRISON, N. Y. 

WEDNESDAY NIGHT, JUNE 28tli, 1906 
|p>olite Daubevillc 

BEMEF-l-r OP- 

St. Gregorys' Church. 



PROGRAM 



AUGUST W. JOHNSON 

Champion Heavy Weight Lifter of the World. In astounding feats 
of strength. 

MR. PAUL DRESSER 

The man who has written more beautiful songs than all other 

song writers combined Introducing his latest successes 

•'MY GAL SAL" and "AFTER THE BATTLE". 

TWe Favorite Minstrel Comedian 

MR. GEORGE THATCHER, 

Supported by Miss Zenaide Williams & Co. in their latest Playlet, 

*• A NIGGER IN THE WOODPILE," 

By M. C. Ashbridge. 

J WM. E. — HINES & REMINGTON,^ — earlE V 

in "Miss Patter of Patterson." 

JAS F DOLAN & LENHARR IDA 

In one of Mr. Dolan's comedy skits entitled "A High-toned Burglar" 

Just a plain Comedian 

CHAS. M. ERNEST 

Will make a few remarks. 

WM. — VIDOCQ & THOMPSON BARRY' 

Songs and Witticisms. 

Mr. ED. LEE WROTHE & CO. 

In the screaming Farce 
"AN HOUR IN POLICE COURT." 

During the action of the Co.riedy specialties will be introduced by 
MISS LEO RINEHEART and MISS EDNA LEE. 

DANCING AFTER THE PERFORMANCE, 

ABOVE PROGRAM SUBJECT TO CHANGE. 



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A MODERN MIRACLE. 

For my sake, oh, my dearest Lord, 

Thou gavest up thy Hfe, 
That I might indeed with Thee reign 

After this world's strife. 

For Thy sake, Thou did'st bid me leave 

My idol hewn of stone, 
My soul's delight, and in its place, 

To follow Thee alone. 

With breaking heart I turned to go, 
When, lo, what wondrous sight ! 

My idol, quickened, followed, too, 
Made living, by Thy might. 

II II II 
MY FIRST FROST. 

Oh, well I remember that date in December, 
Some umph-steen years back, if I recollect 
right, 
I made my appearance at Madame De Few 
Clothes, 
As a Serio I thought I was out of sight. 
It chanced that I came in on Saturday morning, 
From the mines in Superior, where I stood 
great. 
My wardrobe was rather the worst for the 
wearing, 



38 jfootIifff)t Rj)pme0 

But what will not youth dare when urged on 
by Fate? 
I went to the matinee there to discover 

All the song-s which I thought would make me 
"such a fine," 
All sung by another and sung so much better, 
I could foresee my finish, but there was yet 
time. 
To the publishers quickly I hied me, and pur- 
chased 
"Go away, Get along," which I thought was 
all right, 
And another effusion, then started to learn them, 

In order to sing them my opening night. 
Then, to cap the climax, they put on a bur- 
lesque, 
And gave me a part which I had to learn, too, 
Between the songs and the part, the next forty- 
eight hours 
I didn't dare sleep a wink. No more could 
you. 
And then on the serio who had eclipsed me 

A pair of gold shoes I had quickly espied. 
To get a pair like them I scoured all Chicago, 

For on that part I swore I wouldcnot be ''tied." 
Alas, all I found was a pair of big sixes. 

But I stuffed out the toes to fit my number 
threes. 
That night when I went on, they went on be- 
fore me, 
And rattled a duet with my shaking knees. 
The best I could do was to clutch my hands 
tightly 



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And sing out the words so laboriously got. 
No gestures, no ''business," all I did was stand 
there, 
And helplessly stammer the whole blooming 
rot. 
The burlesque was awful, I'll never forget it. 
My dress was a sight; 'twas an old white 
pique. 
The satins and spangles the others wore showed 
me up 
Just what I was ; a poor stage frightened jay. 
Rehearsal was called at eleven on Tuesday. 
The manager met me, alack, at the door ; 
I read in his face what he meant to say to me, 
''Your services, miss, are required no more." 
"Oh, please, sir, don't say it," I said, "for I 
know it. 
I'm rotten' — I thought I was good — that's the 
pain. 
Just give me my music, and I'll take my trunk 
out 
And go on it to open next week in Fort 
Wayne." 



§ w 



THE BROKEN HARP. 

He took the harp I gave to him 

All strung with my own heart strings, 

And he held it up to appraise its worth 
As a broker does golden things. 



40 JFootlfgftt mftgmeg 

It must have been a goodly sight. 

For he smiled with the smile I knew, 

Then he struck a chord that lingered long 
With a hand so firm and true. 

He played one tune on the golden harp 

And oh, it was sweet to hear. 
But at every touch my heart strings bled. 

For each note there fell a tear. 

When the song was done the harp he threw 

Like a cast-off glove away, 
Now the harp lies dead, never tune was played 

On my heart strings since that dav. 






FIERCE FOR VIRGIE. 

Went down town the other day, 
Into an agents chanced to stray, 
The best I got was ''on your way." 
Ain't it turrible? 

All them agents is a fake. 
Actors set round like a wake, 
Wondering which one they'd take, 
Ain't it turrible?' 

Me all dressed up to the nines, 
Me that's had some speakin' lines, 
Got to be classed with them shines, 
Ain't it turrible? 



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Honest I seen people there 
Holdin' down an office chair, 
Actually had real gray hair. 
Ain't it turrible? 

Think they'd know enough to quit, 
And let the young folks try a bit, 
Gee, they'd make you throw a fit. 
Ain't it turrible? 

There's the Actor's Fund Home, too, 
Strikes me they're nearly due, 
Wonder they don't take their cue. 
Ain't it turrible? 

Well, so-long, I've got to go, 
Guess I'll join a Shubert show. 
One night stands but get your dough, 
Ain't it turrible? 



MOTHER'S LAST LETTER TO THE 
CLIPPER. 

As the last peal of the Angelus 

Proclaimed the close of day 
In the Far, Far West, a mother thought 

Of her son so far away. 
She had written him a letter. 

And directed it *'in care 
Of New York Clipper/' for she knew 

It would surely reach him there. 



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In her fancy she could see him 

As he read her message dear, 
See his face grow soft and tender, 
On his cheeks a ghstening tear. ' 
"God bless my boy," she murmured, 
^^ As her eyehds closed in sleep, 
''Sweet Mary, guard, protect him', 

Ihy mantle o'er him keep." 
In an Eastern town that son received 

And read her letter o'er 
He kissed the lines penned by her hand 

On the far Pacific shore. 
He thought of all the tender words 

bhe had written in the past. 
But little did he dream, poor 'boy » 

That letter was her last. 
Why, even as he read it 
A Western Union lad 
Brings in a yellow envelope. 

This message short and sad, 
The date and address then it read. 

Your mother died to-day." 
"My mother dead, and I, oh, God 
A continent away." * 

In a churchyard filled with crosses 

I here s a lowly Httle mound; 
The autumn leaves drop silently 

Upon the upturned ground. 
All is peaceful, calm, and quiet 

In that house beneath the sod 
Deserted by its tenant, 

Who has gone to meet her God. 



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The letter written by her hand 

Is stained with many a tear. 
No possession of her son's 

Can ever be to him so dear. 
Her memory, while Hfe shall last, 

He will reverence and love. 
And as he prays for her soul here, 

She prays for him above. 



THE OLD STORY. 

Laundry window. 

Girl inside 
Ironing collars, 

Crowd outside. 
Many comments 

On her eyes. 
Bootblacks yell. 

Ah there, my size. 

Comes a hayseed, 

All alone, 
Sees the maiden 

Heart is gone, 
Darn my picture. 

Ain't she sweet. 
Walks all over 

His neighbor's feet. 

Takes in washing 
Collars; two, 



44 Jfootligftt Hl)pme0 

Gets his check, 

But sticks Hke glue, 
Quick proposal, 

To the girl, 
Accepted so quick 

Your hair would curl. 
Married now, 

A year and day, 
To the fairy 

From Broadway, 
Nothing suits her, 

Town too slow, 
Wishes herself 

In Battle Row. 



Long comes circus. 
Jay takes wife, 

She sees friends 

From former life. 

After circus. 
Lady sneaks, 

Jay in mourning 
Many weeks. 

Laundry window, 

Girl inside, 
Ironing collars. 

Crowed outside. 
By comes Hayseed 

As of yore, 
He keeps on going, 

Been there before. 



Majestic Theatre 

OHIOAGJO 

WEEK OF SEPTEMBER 3, 1906 
PROGRAM 



A 


CHARLES W. HITCHCOCK and COMPANY 

In Charles Ulricli's Dramatic Playet, "The Deserter," 


B 


LEO^ARD and LOUIE 

The Expert Head and Hand Equilibrists 


C 


0. M. MITCHELL 

The Clever Ventriloquist 


D 


MAY DURYEA and CHARLES DELAND 

In Edmund Day's Sketch "The Imposter," 


E 


JIMMIE LUCAS. 

The Funny Minstrel Comedian. 


F 


WILLIE ECKSTEIN 

The Boy Paderewski. 


G 


MURRAY K. HILL 

The Singing Monologist. 


H 


HEMNIINGS, LEWIS and HEININIINGS 

111 a Condensed Musical Comedy entitled ' Mixed Drinks." 


1 MR. HENRV LEE 

The American Actor. Presenting Speaking Likenesses of Great 
Men Past and Present. 


J 


HIINES and REMINGTON V 

In Their Latest Satire "The Manicure Ciirl." y^V 


K 


MISS MINNIE DUPREE 

Supported by Mr. Robert L. Dempster in the Dramaiic Playette 
•When the Earthquake Came.i 


L 


FRANK BUSH 

Premier Humorist and Teller of Funny Stories. 


M 


CARON and HERBERT 

The Celebrated Clown and Comedy Acrobats. 


Ki 


THE KIINODROME 



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THE RAINBOW. 

Who has not in childhood days 

Heard the story old, 
"At the end of the rainbow 

Lies a 'bag' of gold?" 
A treasure always waiting, 

Nobody has found ; 
Whoe'er ventures to seek it 

Finds himself aground. 

So all thro' life a promise 

Spans our little sky; 
Rainbow of hope betokening 

Good, for bye and bye. 
Blindly we mortals wander — 

Night comes on apace 
Only in dreams we find it — 

Longed for treasure place. 

May we not learn a lesson 

From the story sweet? 
If earthly gold is wanted, 

It Hes at our feet. 
But if we seek a treasure 

Naught can take away, 
Look up, not down, 

We'll find it sure as fate, some day. 

II p II 



46 jFootliffftt RJ)pme0 



POOR THING! 

In a hospital ward the other day 

An aged woman lay, 
Over whose head, the records said, 

A century had passed away. 
So wrinkled, and as helpless 

As a baby at its birth, 
The attendants wondered every morn 

To find her still on earth. 
The doctor, in a joking mood, 

Spied a mole upon her lip, 
And saying : "Granny, what is this ?" 

Touched it with finger tip. 
'*Oh, doctor, that mole troubles me," 

The simple soul made answer, 
*Tt nearly worries me to death, 

For fear 'twill be a cancer !" 

%¥ %k %^ 
DAD LIVES THERE. 

Yes, I reckon 'tis a "jay town," and doesn't 
amount to much, 

To folks that's used to big hotels, and restau- 
rants and such; 

We've got a couple of taverns, though, a-stand- 
in' on the "square," 

And it's all right for me, you know, 'cause Dad 
lives there. 



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There's no elevated railroads, and nary cable line, 
But there's a pavement all the way up town, and 

walkin's very fine, 
Exceptin' when it's rainin', then the mud'll make 

you swear; 
But it's all right for me, you know, 'cause Dad 

lives there. 

They've got no waterin' places, but the grave- 
yard's nice and near. 

And there's a brewery handy, if you're looking 
for your beer. 

And every Summer regular they have a "county 
fair;" 

Oh, it's all right for me, you know, 'cause Dad 
lives there. 

They have a heap of troupes, too, down at the 

operry ; 
Tho' I've heard some of 'em sayin' that ''the 

gatherin's were N. G." 
But when a circus comes around they make 

things rip and tear; 
And it's all right for me, you know, 'cause Dad 

lives there. 



IN LUCK AT LAST. 

'Well, to tell you the truth, old fellow 
I'm a little out of luck; 



48 Jfootlisftt iaf)pme0 



But perhaps it's because I'm broken up, 

And haven't any phick. 
'Tis a wearying tale, my partner, 

And there's many a reason why. 
But the end of it is, I'm here 'dead broke/ " 

He said, with a long-drawn sigh. 
"Come, tell me all about it, Jim, 

You know we are all your friends, 
And if we can help you we will." 

''You help me? Well, that depends. 
I'm a long time in the business — 

I've seen the good old days 
When actors were in great demand, 

And a 'hit,' sir, meant a 'raise.' 
I used to do the 'heavies' 

In the good 'Old Bowery,' 
And the way the boys would yelj for me, 

Would do you good to see. 
My little wife, God bless her, 

Was a favorite soubrette. 
The way she had of catchin' 'em, 

I think I see her yet, 
With such a winning little smile. 

She'd mash the gallery dead. 
Ah, Jack, I'd walk for many a mile 
To see her toss her head — 

So pert and cutelike. 
And her laugh, 'fwould make you almost cry 

To see that little thing so gay. 
When trouble was so nigh. 

Our little child, just one year old, 
Lay dying, boys, one night. 

And no one could have ever told — 



jFootligftt lllj)pme0 49 



She acted 'out of sight.' 

But when she came beside his cot 
No one was there to see, 
And the misery of the poor girl's lot 
No one knew but me. 

She didn't long survive him, 
And I was left alone, 

I knew she had joined the baby, 
In the happier unknown ; 

But after that I took to drink — 
I lost my place and name, 

And people of me used to think : 
'He's drunk. Yes, what a shame.' 

And all my own companions 
That 'round me used to cling, 

Shook me, and passed without a word — ■ 
Oh, how their looks would sting. 

But still I couldn't seem to stop. 
The liquor had me so. 

As long as I could get a drop, 
I didn't care where I'd go. 

So fill 'em up, and drink to drown the past.'* 
''What ails him? Why, he is dead." 

"Poor Jim ! Well, he is in luck at last." 



GOOD FRIDAY. 

I prayed for death. 

It came. 
Not as it comes to some 



50 jfootligfit JRftpme0 

When all their work is done, 

To sleep! 
Not thus it came to me. 
A narrow way, a cross I see, 

And weep. 
"Come unto me," one cried. 
He, who for mankind died, 

"And rest." 
Weary of earth and sin, 
My heart found peace within 

His breast. 
Dead now to self indeed, 
On Him my soul I feed, 

Tis best. 

II II II 

MRS. SMITH OF MASSACHUSETTS. 
BEFORE THE PLAY. 

'Well, Mary Ann, and is it you? 

How fine you look, indade! 
And are thim diamonds in your ears? 

Sure, what a match ye made. 
Is that your husband standin' there? 

Faith, he have lovely eyes. 
And he's a gentleman, that's plain. 

I hope he likes my pies. 
What talk have you? In all my life 

I never yet would go 
In Lenten time, me darlint, 

To see a theatre show. 



JFootligftt mf)pme0 5i 



But as you are my god child, 
I'll say some extra prayers, 

And go wid yez; but promise 

You will hide me like somewheres.'* 



AFTER THE PLAY. 

"Oh, Mary Ann, me darlint ! 

Ye were a lovely sight? 
Your cheeks were just like apples, 
And your neck was, well, as white 

As flour. Was that nat'ral, Mary, dear? 
Ye were the best of all the lot ; 

Now stand forninst me here. 
Why didn't ye do a little step? 

Your husband he was grand ! 
But sure them shoes he wears 

Gives him plenty room to stand. 
I thought I'd die that time ye sang 

About old Paddy Flynn. 
Ye didn't mean old Flynn in town? 

I swear I thought 'twas him, 
And when yez hollered : 'Will yez all 

Be with me at the fight?' 
I yelled out : 'I'll be wid yez, sure !' 

Mike said I was a sight. 
God bless you, Mary Ann, and luck 

Be with you where you go ; 
But promise now you'll do a step 

The next time I see your show." 



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THE ACTOR'S ORDER OF BRACING. 

Have you ever heard of the order — 

An order as old as time — 
The Actor's Order of Bracing? 

I celebrate it in rhyme. 

Its members they are legion, 

No mystic badge they wear, 
But one who has been a victim 

Can "spot" them anywhere. 

A smiling visage some present, 

Laugh in your face and say : 
"Ah there, Chappie, lend me five, 

I've been looking for you all day." 

With coat and tile of ancient cut. 
Cadaverous, lean and lank, 

Another begs : 'Till to-morrow, me boy- 
It's rather too late for the bank." 

A loud-checked suit, a rasping voice, 

That matches a hatchet face, 
Makes your nerves recoil, as it sounds in your 
ear : 

"Say, Cull, can't you loan us a 'case'?" 

So here's to the Order of Bracing; 

Most prolific on the Square, 
Whose chiefest end is to find a friend, 

And borrow everywhere. 



Mason and Mason — Hines and Remington 

in the Merry Musical Farce 

RUDOLPH AND 



ADOLPH 



/fOc 



By Chas. A. Broadhurbl, author of 

"Th» Man of the Hour" 

A\ ho offers it, noi to elevalr the «ta)tc, but as an cITort 

to drive anav the hlucs. 

Cabt of Characters as they appear 
koMland MKJovcrn. Rudolph's rook Mi» May Koo^jh 

Ja<l> Manlen, Rudolph's friend.. . Ciabe Nalheii 

Anna (iilberr. looking (or experience. Miss Earle Remin};loii 
Stella Ciinislook, Mrs Adolph's friend, Miss Helen Han 
Miss Ailolph Dinkelspiel, sweet and tiventy. Miss Mason 

Isado e Hinkelheiiner a gas man Tony Farrell 

Ailolpli Dinkelspeil. a ladies' tailor \V K \\\x\e- 

Ru.lolpli ninkelspiel. a horse doctor Chas. A. Mason 

Mrs Rudolpli I) . liiiter and forty Miss Tiona Orlanioiid 
J he Janitor, as usual I'i \V C. Cameron 

The Expressman, likeivise L. Kowman 

Alice, maid Mae Moolbrork 

May, maid Ruth DeMar 

Maude, maid Ionise Rvrrs 



Where the trouble lakes place 
AC J' I — .A room in Rudolph's Flat. Mrs Adi.lph niakr* a 

sli^^ht mistake. 
.AC I ?-Same day. later Rudolph and .\d..lpli MiHer tlu- 

conse<|uences 
AC" r 3— .Adolph's ladies lailorin;; e>'taKlisliment t«o week' 

later Models from H .V II Corset Co NVv, 

Nork 



.Musical and Dancing Interruptions 

AC I 1— SomebodN ought to Tell Her flusl.an<l" .Miss 

Earle Remington 'Foolhall" Chas A Ma«on 
'Let's See Thai Right' (;abe N.ithen and 

Helen Hart 
ACl 2- Harv.st Moon" Xathen and Hart •c;ee. ain't 

I (.JIad I'm Single ' F.arle Remington. 
.A( i 3— Hines and Remington in " I'he Manicure (Jirl 

Topics of the day Ch isries A Mason Finale 

entire company 




,, \Ln \X1) rk.m 
(.1^1 I lie Maiiicuri 



\(', TON, 
Girl/') 



Jfootligftt Rbpme^ 53 



THE LARK AND THE SOFT-SHELL 
CRAB. 

A soft-shell crab of a greenish hue, 
While paddling in the briny, 

Once saw a lark, as she upward flew, 

While singing most divinely. 
*'Odds fish !" he swore, as he saw her soar, 

"Those notes I'd like to borrow," 
And he fell in love with the lark above. 

But found out to his sorrow; 

Chorus: 

A lark must live in the free, free air, 

And a crab must Hve in the water ; 
For though they wed, this luckless pair 

Flad never really ought ter. 
She longed to fly to the boundless sky, 

For she had ''got the habit," 
But she found too late her lord and mate 

Alost certainly would "crab" it. 

And so they lived, as all couples do, 

Who find themselves mismated ; 
The lark opined, between me and you, 

That the crab was over-rated. 
For she soon found out, as she flew about, 

Her notes were legal tender, 
And she longed to go on the stage to show 

Her "stunts" to the other gender. 



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Chorus: 

It chanced one day, as she flew away, 

Her heart filled with ambition, 
She met a bird who had bought a play, 

And he offered her a position. 
But she cried, '*Ah, me, I must go and see 

My husband!" "What, you're married? 
That'll do for you !" and away he flew, 

So her lovely plot miscarried. 
Same old chorus. 



TO THE ROSES IN THE PARK. 

On the eve of my departure 

To other scenes and climes, 
And while reviewing lightly, 

The many pleasant times. 
There lingers most persistent. 

One day with a ''white stone mark," 
When first I saw your roses, 

Lovely roses in the Park. 

Tho' loath to leave your city. 
With its fine, health-bearing air, 

Your Golden Gate and mountains 
And your wealth of vintage rare, 

Your seals, and such attractions 
As one looks for after dark, 



jfootligbt Ef)pme0 ^5 

Regret still clings most fondly 
'Round your roses in the Park. 

Surely, never e'en in Eden 

Did this fragrant queen of Flowers, 
Grow to a higher beauty, 

Than here in 'Frisco's bowers, 
Hail and farewell Enchantress 

'Til I in death he stark 
I'll ne'er forget your sweetness, 

Lovely roses in the Park. 



II II 



IN BOHEMIA. 

What do we care, Lillo and I, 
What the world says who passes by? 
Have we not love, are not we three. 
Invincible 'gainst calumny? 

How we do laugh. Lillo and I. 
The world would like to see us cry- 
Envious, cruel, wicked dame. 
Looks at our joy, and calls it shame. 

We pity her, Lillo and L 
We love the truth, she loves a lie. 
So, self-deceived, she hurries on, 
"Kiss me, Lillo, Pm glad she's gone." 



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NOWADAYS. 

Acting is the latest rage, nowadays ; 
Folks all go upon the stage, nowadays; 
In every rank and station 
Of our great progressive nation, 
It's their highest aspiration, nowadays. 

Ladies who have had divorces, nowadays ; 

Join the Puff and Blowem forces, nowadays ; 

Ladies who have had reverses, 

And are told they look like Circes, 

Want to tamper with our purses, nowadays. 

If you go to buy some pins, nowadays ; 
Saleslady's full of grins, nowadays ; 
And it's pretty safe to bet 
She's an embryo soubrette — 
No one tackles Juliet, nowadays. 

Where will all the real ones go? nowadays; 
Merit hasn't any show, nowadays ; 
Sensation has the call, 
What you want's a dance, that's all, 
Printer's ink and lots of ''gall" — nowadays. 

Stars are all in vaudeville, nowadays. 

With their names big on the bill, nowadays. 

Even Bernhardt — the Divine, 

Says she cannot draw the line, 

"Oui, ma chere, the salary's fine !" 

— Nowadays. 



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A PROVISO. 

"You say you love me, don't you now? 
You give me on my lips and brow 

Your kisses, while you speak; 
You fold me in your arms so tight, 
Your voice is clear, your eyes are bright; 

The tint of passion's on your cheek 
And yet " 

"Were you the first to tell me so, 
Were I the first to you, you know, 

How different it would be. 
When the butterfly soars, it leaves its cell, 
A fragile case, worth nothing." ''Well?" 

"Our hearts are empty cells. Dost see? 
And yet " 



II II II 

TO CORDELIA. 

Then art thou gone, my solace and my pride ? 

Too late we met, and far too soon we part ! 
How nigli ' ave I hastened to thy side. 

And pri d thee to my fond and loving heart ! 
What tei/ .r chord of sweetest sympathy 

Made you the mistress of my saddened soul ? 
What potion brewed by love's own alchemy 

Makes now my life on leaden wheels to roll? 



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Since thou art gone, Cordelia, I am not, 
Nor ever will be, quite the same again ; 

Glad shall I be to leave this cursed spot. 
Where our hearts met in such delusive pain. 

Alone, bereft, never again to sup 

With thee — my horrozved little zMtc hull pup! 

II II II 

TO MY SOUL— AT DISSOLUTION. 

'Tis time to go ; this act, my friend, 

Doth finish thee. 
Nay, no complaint to see the end. 

It may not be. 
Does not thy part read : *'Adios," then 

"Exit I E ?" 

Make then thy exit quite content, 

Tho' others stay. 
Be sure the Master Mind is bent 

To have his way. 
An' thou dids't linger 'twould prevent 

The plot of play. 



II- If 



"RING OUT THE OLD." 

'Bout now the good young man denies 
Himself his noonday lunch, 



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And, 'stead of Reinas, smokes cheroots 
At fifteen cents a bunch. 

He never rides upon the cars, 

But walks the hvelong day. 
And when it comes to ferryboats 

He tries to beat his way. 

And whence his new economy? 

And whither does it drift? 
Why! can't you see? He wants to buy 

His girl a New Year's gift. 

On New Year's Day she'll wear the ring, 
That cost him many a dollar. 

While he, poor silly, gets a plated 
Button for his collar. 



PESSIMISM. 

Have patience, say you ? What's the use, 
When life and love are all in vain? 

Why linger on a silly goose, 

When one might quickly break the chain, 

That binds us here, and so be loose? 

Is life as we live, then so sweet, 
To one who knows the bitter truth. 

That when our hearts shall cease to beat, 
That is the end of us, forsooth — 

The future we must rise to meet? 



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For all our suffering, this our dower, 
Pain our birthright, and love a dream, 

Desire for years, joy for an hour? 
How tempting does all seem, 

When reasoning a la Schopenhaur. 



OPTIMISM. 

God gives all gifts; 

Should tears be thine, 
Be sure that after rain 

The glorious sun will shine. 

Should Friendship's bark 
Prove worthless in a gale, 

Remember, there's a Friend 
Whose love can never fail. 

Be hopeful, trust; 

Renounce your will and say 
"Not mine, but thine," 

And lo ! how clear your way. 

II II II ' 

CONSOLATION. 

"Would you miss me much, my darling?" 
He said, with a heavy sigh, 



"If I should be called from our little nest 
To a home beyond the sky? 

"Could you bear to come to the table, 

And sit in your same old place, 
While you gazed through tears on an empty chair, 

Where you now see my form and face ? 

"And what consolation could earth afford 

To you in your widowed plight ?" 
"Oh, well," she replied, "there's one good thing 

I'd know where you were at night." 

II II II 
HUMAN NATURE. 

Wronged as I am by you, I would not pray 

111 luck to fall on thee. 
Nor would I place a straw across your way. 
Long, long ago, the voice was heard to say : 
"Vengeance is mine, I will repay !" 
And so, I wait content to know, some day, 
Somewhere, you will be brought to bay; 
And then, if you should ask me to foreive — 
I may. 



IN THE CAFE. 

Roses and smoke ! what a pity, 

Their fragrance and beauty is brought 



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Into the glare of the city, 

Type of some souls that are bought. 
Loveliness too soon for fading, 

Sweetness that lasts but a night, 
Trampled, forgotten, they're lying, 

Dead in the morning light. 



AN INVOCATION. 

Lend me thy touch, I pray thee, master, dear, 
That I may make the melody more clear ; 
Without thee, tho' I play with passing skill. 
The simplest tune seems full of discord still. 

I wish the power to waken hearts of men. 
And, having once aroused them, then 
Strike minor chords so sweet, so soft and low. 
That tears, too long unshed, may start and flow. 

May dead old memories awaken as I play, 
And conscience, long asleep, resume its sway ; 
May faces long forgotten seem to smile, 
And say : "Where hast thou tarried all this 
while?" 

Then lend thy touch, my master, for an hour, 
That I may teach the world thy magic power ; 
And, tho' the hand that strikes the chords be 

mine, 
The glory, now and ever, shall be thine. 



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THE GREAT SECRET. 

If you but knew how often I'm beside you 

How often do I take your hand in miiie ' 
And how my spirit hngers near to guide you, 

Into tlie ways of harmony divine ; 
I think perhaps you'd waken from your dreaming, 

To hve, dear heart, as I am Hving now 
To see the hght immortal 'round thee gleaming 

And feel the kiss I leave upon your brow— ' 
If you but knew, if you could see. 
There would be then, no mystery. 
There is but One, no I or you, 
If you but knew, if you but knew. 

I fain would whisper all the golden story 

But Time still holds you fast-bound to the 
wheel. 

And you could never realize the glory 
And bliss supreme unfettered spirits feel 

But know, dear heart, there is no separation. 
Who once has loved, fore'er their love renew 
I Heaven, darhng, is our own creation, 
And Love is King of all, if you but knew. 

If you but knew, if you could see, 

There would be then no mystery ' 

There is but One, no I or you. 

If you but knew, if you but knew. 



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SETTIN' ON THE COURT-HOUSE STEPS. 

I was thinkin' of that summer, that I spent down 

at the springs, 
Boihn' out the old rheumatics an' a lot of other 

things ; 
An' I kind of got to wishin' like a man will do 

sometime, 
I could live them days all over, if it wasn't any 

crime. 

Nothing doin' in particklar, just a case of loafin' 
round. 

After tubbin' in the mornin' strollin' to the court- 
house ground ; 

Then the Judge (you know Judge Buskirk?) best 
man ever lived I guess. 

He'd come out, and we'd set gassin' ; down there 
on the court-house steps. 

Just give Judge a good Havana, and then start 

him on the way, 
Bet there'd be some conversation worth a lis- 

tenin' to, why say, 
Eve been round the world a little, heard men 

talk with talkin' *'reps," 
But the Judge beat 'em all hollow, settin' on the 

court-house steps. 

Sometimes I think of Heaven, and of what the 

preachers say. 
And I wonder if they haven't got it twisted like 

3ome way. 



Empire Theatre 

H. C. JACOBS, Manager. ^0CH£5T£R 
WEEK OF MARCH 4. j^Q / ^ 

"THE f HUE RATS of AMEBICA" 

All Specialties appearing at this Theatre are represented in the 

Order. ^____ 

In presenting to Xhi people of Rochester the entertainment, a pro- 
gram of which follows, the 

T^TTaJLte I3ats of .Ajaaeripa 

respectfully call attention to the fact that thig theatre has been 
-leased by the order, and will be devoted to clean, bright, whole- 
some amusement of diversified character, 'well calculated to claim 
the Attention and bold the interest of ladi'es and gentlemen who 
appreciate vaudeville excellence as exemplified by its most promi- 
nent professional exponents. Wit and humor in song and story 
with just enough pathos to leaven the whole together with the 
best of novelty,&nd aw;robatic acts, and form what it is now termed. 

7<. BARRY and HALVERS, 

(ilr. Barry Is a son of the late Billy Barry.) 
Comedy Sketch, "Answering an Ad." 

B^ "sisters LAWRENCE. " 

Dancing and Acrobatic Specialty- 

Two White Rate ' 

C FRANK and DON. 

'On the Spur of the Moment." 

D. \/ HINESand REMINGTON^ S^ 

^\ In "Mise Patter of Paterson," /^' 

Introducing Mits Remington s original creation "The Woman with the Axe.' 

B. RAYMOND MUS ICALTRIoi 

Flefined Mutical Artists, 
_ ^. ______„^^^__^ _ 

The King and yueen of Irish Comedy, in a little Nonsense. 
of their own. Mr. Donovan is originator of tht? ''Hott-l Rules. " 

G. AL. LEECH and the Three ROSEBUDS, 

In II Musical, Vaudeville Sketch, by Joseph Hart, entitled 

■EXAMINATION DAY AT SCHOOL." 

Cast: 

Profe«eor Gramercy, Teacher a\. Leech 

Grass Hopper.... 1 i Hester Armstrong 

CindyHopper .} Pupils \ NoimaMendia 

TlUyHopper ) ( „ Cora Kiliana 

Scene, Coantry Schoolroom. Time. Morning- 

The Man who Set the World Singing, 
H. JAMES THORNTJDN. 

J . HASSAN BEN ALI'S-Toozoonln Arabs^ 

9 in Number. 

K^ SPECIAL! 

By the Entire Company ai 

WHITE RATS. 

Chas. Le<»iafd Fletcher I For i he j General Representitive 

Wm.E.Hines ( White Rats I Stage Manager 



Joi3tiigIjt iilj)pme0 65 

But I hope that when I ''cash in," and I know 

it's "up to me," 
That the Judge will be there waitin', an' say, 

"Boy, I'll make your plea." 

II II II 

TO THE WHITE RATS. 

Greetings to thee, White Rats, and hail 
Bright stars whose light can never fail 
Whilst high thy purpose and thy aim ; 
For not for glory or for fame 

Must be this bloodless strife. 
Nor for the shekels thou mayst gain, 
Or else thy work were all in vain, 
Worth more than all of these combined 
Is love and principle, entwined 

In brotherhood and God-like life. 
See that the thought by each possessed 
Is sent out only for the best. 
Omnipotent the power of man. 
And what you zvill to do you can 

Nothing can bar the way. 
But like the clouds before the sun, 
So will all barriers, one by one, 

Dissolve before thy day. 
Its dawn is near, I see the star 
That heralds it now shining far 

Above the gold crushed earth. 
The White Rats' emblem, soft, serene. 
Proclaims a victor on the scene ; 

Rejoice ye at his birth. 



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ENCOURAGEMENT. 

That which we love, we have ; 

Fear not, oh, doubting heart; 
If it be thine by right, 

It is of thee a part. 

No power on earth or heaven 
Can rend two souls that meet ; 

Blending, and perfect through all space, 
They make communion sweet. 

Be of good cheer, my friend ; 

Look upward, there you see 
Thy twin star, full enshrined, 

In silence waits for thee. 

II II II 
TO "OUR OWN MAGGIE" CLINE. 

They have no Queen in Ireland, 

And shall I tell you why? 
Because we hold her over here, 

And may she reign for aye. 
Two decades has she graced the Throne 

And on Saint Patrick's day, 
In gown of purest Emerald green 

Made ready for the fray; 
Her hair once black is silver now, 

And is a fitting crown 
For one whose life long job has been 

To ''Throw McCloskey down." 



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Long may she flourish and remain 

To deck the mimic scene, 
While loyal subjects still exclaim, 

*'God Bless Our Irish Queen!" 

II II II 

II P. M. 

Drop the curtain ; put out the light ; 
The play is ended, and, wrong or right. 
The players weary, with minds unstrung, 
Enter the cafe one by one. 

What's the difference, do you care 
Who saw them under the footlight's glare? 
Do you question if they are ill or well. 
So long as no ''chestnuts" to you they tell? 

"What are their troubles to you?" you say; 
**At the end of the week they'll get their pay.'* 
Yes, they'll get it ; they are only hired. 
To keep the world from getting tired. 

They, poor devils, with aching hearts, 
Must hide their sorrows and play their parts ; 
In one short night, from eight to eleven. 
Many an actor has earned a Heaven. 

So don't begrudge them a glass of beer, 
(The Bohemian is sure to crop out here) ; 
Their troubles are over, "Waiter," I cry, 
"Einz, Hello, Monty, Hans, make that zwei." 



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AN AFTERTHOUGHT. 

{To Mabel Fetiton.) 

Long do we wander in the wilderness 

In search of that. vain thing called happiness; 

Bruised are our feet, and blistered by the sand, 

But still we fare on to the Promised Land. 

A moment's rest in some green oasis, 

A draught of love to quaff, a taste of bliss, 

Then up and on our way with faces set — 

Love may be sweet, but oh, the end's not yet. 

At last the truth dawns on the soul. 

We are but part of one tremendous whole. 

The I in me must see the I in you ; 

The One in all — the least, the greatest too. 

The end is near, life is once more worth while, 

When we see Heaven in a baby's smile. 




(In 



WM. E. HINES. 
"Doing Uncle Sam.") 




MISS EARLE REMINGTON. 
(In "Doing Uncle Sam.") 



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NAME-INDEX OF ALL ARTISTS ON 
PROGRAMS. 



A. 
Hassan Ben All's. [W. R. Co.] 
Sig-nor Abramoff, Opera Singer. [Orpheum.] 
Joe Archer, Pattering- Comedian. [Tivoli.] 
Ida Lilian Abrams, Vocalist. [Keith's Gaiety.] 

B. 
Frank Bush. 

Sam Bernard, German Comedian. [Keith's Gaiety.] 
Braatz Bros., Acrobats. [W. & F. Co.] 
Barnell, Jugglers. [Keith's Gaiety Theatre.] 
Beresford, Kitty, Serio-Comic. [Tivoli.] 
Byrnes and Helene, Sketch. [Tony Pastor's Co.] 
Beach and Whitman, Comedians. [Ave. Det.] 
Baron, Chas., Canine Troupe. [Orpheum.] 
Barry and Halvers. 
Brooks, Dyke, Character Actor. [H. & R. Co.] 

C. 
Callan, Haley and Callan, Electric Three. [Pastor's.] 
Carpos, Les Freres, Equilibrists. [Orpheum.] 
Carus, Emma, Singer. [N. Y, Theatre.] 
Chamberlin's, The, Rope and Lasso Experts. [U Sq ] 
Clark, H. G., Actor. [H. & B. Co.] 
Cain, W. F., alias "Bluffy de Cop." [H. & B. Co.] 
Carroll, Johnnie, Comic Singer. [W. & F. Co.] 
Christian, Albert, Baritone Vocalist. [Tivoli.] 
Courtney, Edith, Balladist. [Tivoli.] 
Clooney and Ryan, Dialect Sketch. [Nov. 7, 1881.] 
Collins, Harvey, Actor. [Det. Nov. 7, 1881.] 
Cohan, Mr. and Mrs. Jerry, Irish' Sketch Artists 

[Keith's Gaiety.] 
Constantine, Harry, Female Impersonator. [Keith's 

Gaiety.] 
Cline, Maggie, The Irish Queen. [Nov. 7, 1881.] 
Crane, Lavs^rence (2), Irish Magician. [U. S. T.] 



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D. 

The Donovans. [White Rats Co.] 

Dolan and Lenharr. [Harrison Fire Hall.] 

Miss Minnie Dupree. [Majestic, Chi.] 

May Duryea and Charles Deland. 

Dare Bros., Gymnasts. [Tony Pastor's.] 

Drake, Chas., Character Acton [H. & R. Co.] 

Dahilas, Les. Musical Act. [U. S. T.] 

Drummond and Staley, Musical Blacksmiths. [W. & 

F. Co.] 
Daly and Devere, Irish Sketch. [H. & R. Co.] 
Drew and Alders, Eccentrics. [Tivoli.] 

E. 
Chas. M. Ernest. [H. F. H.] 
Willie Eckstein. 
Eldridge, Press, Comedian. [Nov. 7, 1881, American, 

New Haven.] 
Evans, Will, Musical Eccentric. [Nov. 7, 1881.] 
Epps and Loretto, Colored Comedy Duo. [U. S. T.] 
Emmett, Bobby, Vocalist. [H. & R. Co.] 

F. 
Frank and Don. [W. R. Co.] 
Mr. Paul Dresser. [H. F. H.] 

Fagan and Byron, Singers and Dancers. [Orpheum.] 
Fulgora, The Great, Change Artist. [U. S. T.] 
Fenton, John F., Clog Dancer, [Keith's Gaiety.] 
Favor and Sinclair, Comedy Stars. [Orpheum.] 
Franklin, Irene, Character Soubrette. [Orpheum.] 
Farrell, Mr. and Mrs. Tony, Sketch. [Ave. Detroit.] 
Friend,' Violet, Singer. [New York Theatre.] 
Field and McNeill, Harmonists. [New York Theatre.] 
Fuller, Ida, Dancer. [New York Theatre.] 
Fengler, Annette, Singer. [Tivoli.] 

G. 
Gleason, Al, Actor. [H. & R. Co.] 
Giguere, Edward, Warbler. [K. Gaiety.] 
Glinserettis, The, Acrobats. [Tivoli.] 
Gotham City Quartette. [Tivoli.] 
Gould, Wm. F., Comedian. [New York Theatre.] 
Gehrue, Mayme, Dancer. [New York Theatre.] 
Gunning, Louise, Singer. [Ave. Det.] 



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Goolmans, The, Musical Artists. [Ave. Det.] 

H. 
Murray K. Hill. [M. Chi.] 
Henning-s, Lewis and Hennings. 
Caron and Herbert. 

Hines and Blossom, Comedians. [Nov. 7, 1881.] 
Hines and Remington. 

Hefron, P. J., One-Legged Dancer. [K. Gaiety.] 
Hawkins, Lew, Monolog-ist. [K. U. S.] 
Heme, Chrystal, Actress. [K. U. S.] 
Harding and Ah Sid, Clown Act. [K. U. S.J 
Huth, Maude, Coon Shouter. [W. & F.] 
Hawthorne, Lil, Comedienne. [Tivoli.] 
Hume, Dick, Comedian. [K. Gaiety.] 

J. 
August W. Johnson. [H. F. H.] 

Jimmie Lucas. [M. Chi.] 

Leonard and Louise. 

Mr. Henry Lee. 

Sisters Lawrence. [W. R. Co.] 

Al. Leech and Three Rosebuds. 

Leopold and Bunnell, Musical Act. [Pastor's Co.] 

Leno, Dan, Comedian. [Tivoli.] 

Leamar, Alice, Soubrette. [Tivoli.] 

Levey, Sisters, Burlesque Artists. [Tivoli.] 

Lancashire Lads (8), Dancers. [Tivoli.] 

Lindsay, Jennie, Serio Comic. [Nov. 7, 1881.] 

Lennox. Nash and Co.. Pictures. [Ave. Det.] 

Leisennings, The, Acrobats. [Ave. Det.] 

M. 
Mitchell, O. M. [M. Chi.] 

Marion and Post, Song and Dance Artists. [W. & F ] 
Moxon, Constance, The Twinkling Star. [Tivoli.] 
Marwig's, Carl, Pageant. [New York.] 
Maguinnis, Dan, Irish Star. [Park Theatre.] 
McAvoy, Dan, Comedian. [K. U. S.] 
Morris, Harry, Dutch Actor. [Pastor's Co.] 
McAvoy and May, Sketch. [N. Y. Theatre.] 

IV. 
Nohrens, The, Trapeze Act. [K. U. S.] 



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Newell and Niblo, Musical Artists. [K. U. S.] 

O. 
Orndorff and McDonald, Dancers. [Nov. 7, 1881.] 
Olive, Dainty Juggler. [K. U. S.] 

P. 
Pastor, Tony, Manager. [Pastor's.] 
Pasquali, Signor and Signora, Operatic Stars. [Or- 

pheum. ] 
Prosper Troupe, Gymnasts. [Ave. Det.] 

R. 
Raymond Musical Trio. [W. R. Co.] 
Robinson and Speck, Dwarf Comedians. [N. Y. Th.] 
Robey, George, Comedian. [Tivoli.] 
Randall, Harry, Comedian. [Tivoli.] 
Remington, Earle, Serio Comic. [Nov. 7, 1881.] 
Rooney, Pat, Dancer. [New York Theatre.] 
Roberto, Signor, Wizard. [K. Gaiety.] 
Rudd, Austin, Comedian. [Tivoli.] 

S. 
St. Felix Sisters, Singers and Dancers. [Pastor's Co.] 
St. Onge Bros., Comedy Cyclists. [K. U. S.] 

T. 
James Thornton. [W. R. Co.] 
Mr. George Thatcher. [H. F. H.] 
Vidocq and Thompson. 

Tissots, The, Cat Duett. [Pastor's Co.] 
Tirrell, Master Alfred, Boy Singer. [K. Gaiety.] 
Tow-Zoon-In Arabs, Acrobats. [Orpheum.] 

AV. 
Mr. Ed. Lee Wrothe and Co. [H. F. H.] 
Charles \V. Hitchcock and Company. [M. Chi.] 
Weber and Fields, German Senators. [W. & F.] 
Whiting and Shepard, Sketch. [W. & F.] 
Williams, Bramby, Actor Mimic. [Tivoli.] 
Whiting Sisters, Cornetists. [N. Y. Theatre.] 
Willoughby, Ada, Singer. [N. Y. Theatre.] 

Y. 
Yeamans, Jennie, Comedienne. [Ave. Det.] 

Z. 
Zoe, Mile., Trapeze. [Nov. 7, 1881.] 



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